I can't believe it is almost a month since I've last wrote something. For those who still checks in frequently and get disappointed all these time because the first post that comes up was the fake story about the fruitless tree, please forgive me. I didn't have Internet until about a week before because of the long Easter holiday (the Aussies are really serious about their holidays), and every time I went to the shop it'll either be too crowded or closed. Yes, you're right. I am just saying this to lighten my guilt.
So, wads new in my life. Well, if you really wanna know, I have a major test coming up this coming Monday and another (less important) one on Tuesday, a 6-hour pract on Thursday and another one on Friday. So this means I've got to cook on Wednesday, clean the house on Saturday and finish up my tutorials by Sunday.
So since we have established how boring my life is, allow me to move on to something more interesting. Let me tell you a creepy story. (haha, creepy things interest me)
When I was about 10, I sketched a clock during my art lesson one time. Even at a tender age, I knew that it was aesthetically more sensible to draw it reading 10 past 10 however, due to reasons beyond my understanding, I drew it reading 10 past 6. It was not a bad piece of work though. My teacher even praised me for it.
Here's the scary part. For the next couple of days, I kept waking at 6:10 am automatically. Before I drew the clock, I have always been waking only when my alarm clock goes at 6:30 am. And when I take naps in the afternoons, I'll wake at 6:10 pm. Is it spooky or what? This went on until I submitted my art work. I did not intentionally wake up at 6:10 I swear. I didn't know how to even if I wanted.
And the scariest thing is, whatever that I've just said, is true. This is not a story I've made up. Call my mum. She can vouch for me.
